I believe that I have no predestination. I don't have a preordained purpose. What I make of my life is solely of my own doing; what goals I have are of my own conception and rationalized defense. Furthermore, when I end, I end. I am not a cynic, I am an existentialist. I understand mortality and accept it. To me there is no heaven, no hell; what judgement, if any, may come is of my own and only my own. The consequence of living is and always be forevermore death. It's inescapable, the one decision in life I have no control over, and to come to peace with it, I live my life to it's fullest that I feel it should be lived, therein I don't believe that any decision I make will ever be a waste of my life. I believe in a nonpersonal creator, and have faith in just that. Whatever happens to me in life is purely of chance and other variables such as location, attitude, and perception, and holds no accountability to anyone or anything other than myself. I hold to no preconcemptive beliefs such as predestination and that my life has any more meaning that what I determine for myself. As such I live solely for this and only this- My concepts of being true and authentic to myself and living life to what I believe is worth living to. I don't live for the concept of an afterlife, I live my life for the now and what I have the power to do here in the now.
My name is Kevin Dewey Holloman, and I will pursue what I feel is the most appropriate life for me.

An Apology......
I forgot to know and be myself
Was lost in persons and things of else

It comes with a bittersweet attitude that one of the most beloved independent record labels that help foster some of the greatest punk rock bands of my youth has taken it's final bow.
Despite the label's refusal to give royalties to bands for their former records, which became their downfall, they have helped create an age.

Because of them, these bands started:
Alkaline Trio
Avail
Born Against
The Criminals
The Donnas
Green Day
The Lookouts
Operation Ivy
Pinhead Gunpowder
Pretty Girls Make Graves
And of course.....Rancid

Lookout......Your assholes.........but you will be remembered for what you began.

Happy Birthday mum....
I love you.

aM i gOING mAD???
Is this a dream? I dunno...
I am soo tired right now, but everything seems so surreal
The horizon ahead of me, its just so bland....
I can't tell where the smog ends and the mountain begins
I am walking in  the flats with a city built upon it
Everything is a mirage
Can you actually feel soo tired when your sleeping?
I am convinced this is a dream
No one talks, no one answers
People are statues in this museum that is here.
My phone, internet and communications
All are frozen...silent......empty
Unless.......
She comes in to my store.
No, not her, I want her to come in, the other one
The past one
She comes in, and my heart stands still
Anger, sadness.
Why can't she whom I want come in and she whom I don't stay away
Why is it always the other way around
I can't stand it
My psyche is against menow
Everything is against me now
This place is chewing me up and spitting me out
This city, its late
The tobacco is all gone, nicotine all used up
It's a filter being smoked and burnt
Not even vapors left in my glass
Nothing is left, but this salty old lake.

Quite efficiently I must say